“And at last,” a short pause from his own words; palm of his hand resting on their waist. “i have a moment with you.” there was a hint in his voice that seemed to be a parallel to his usual tone of speaking, but have once they did not complain of hearing it. He had yet to admit that he was glad for his own mask; able to hide the slightest bit of care in his gaze.

Despite the experiment of what he deemed for their relationship to be, he had yet to admit his true intentions.